A/n: Expect all kinds of drabbles and one-shots. You'll definitely find something that you like!
Summary: Awkward Crush. A glance into Hermione Granger's mind.
HPOV:
What do I have to say about this man?
Certainly nothing good lies at the tip of my tongue.
He's bullied me throughout my childhood.
Called me a Mudblood.
Abused my family.
Acted as though he owned Hogwarts. Thinking so highly of himself, he's always believed as if he's the best; no one or nothing can even compare to him. What with his two goons, Goyle and Crabbe and that pug faced witch, Parkinson fawning on him, his ego has certainly inflated a lot.
How could it not? I shake my head as I grab a quill to fill in a report.
But what's changed my opinion of him is that he's changed.
Changed.
Grown up.
Understood his past mistakes, realized the difference between right and wrong and learnt to understand.
Humans are flawed by nature. All of us are imperfect and yet, that's what makes us who we are.
Our flaws are who we are.
They don't define us until we let them and Malfoy hasn't allowed his past to destroy his future.
This ferret, with his shiny blonde hair and pale white skin- ugh- I wish I could hate him but I don't; I can't find it in myself do to so. Life would be so much easier if I'd just fallen in love with Harry or Ron but no, apparently fate has made other arrangements for me.
Hear that people? I DON'T hate Draco Lucius Malfoy. If Rita Skeeter hears about this, she'll have a bloody field day. I can see the headlines now:
War Heroine and Ex-Death Eater Turned Auror: Prospective Romance.
My friends would stop talking to me if they knew how I feel about our Slytherin enemy. Especially Daphne Greengrass. Yes, as surprising as it may sound, Greengrass and I are acquaintances (or friends, as she likes to call it) seeing as we work together.
She says that she likes me as a person but she'll be singing a whole different tune if she finds about the secret affections that I'm harbouring for her sister's fiance.
An engaged man.
And me.
My heart bursts as I think of him, I see red when I see Astoria clinging to his arm and all I want is to feel his lips against mine.
To feel alive as he touches me.
Embraces and connects with me,
finds comfort with me.
Technically speaking, he isn't our enemy anymore seeing how he changed sides and all that but still...he's Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy.
Eeep.
Even I have to admit that he entered as a cute eleven year old boy but when he left, he became this sexy badasss.
Oh Godric, that sounds so wrong!
This is bad.
Horrible actually.
I think I've fallen for him.
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